Page 25 of Dark Rules

This time, the strips caught me much lower. A few caught the swollen flesh between my legs, and I gasped at last. “There. Right there.”

“As madam wishes,” he said with a smug hint of amusement.

He started slow, a soft strike here, a harsher blow there, a stinging slap over the spot that made me gasp, and then another. Over and over then, he rained the blows of the soft leather against my silky skin, and I started to fade from the world.

At first, it was just me concentrating, trying to focus on the sensation of the leather against my skin, and the way my skin reacted to those sensations. Some places itched to be scratched and soothed; others burned, but in a way that made my clit throb for more. I tensed around the dildo inside of me, and now I knew why he’d put it there.

I came harder when he was inside of me, when I could clamp down on his rigid erection, and he wanted to give me that benefit while he did this. He was right to do it, the sensation only heightened the pleasure of it all, and I tried to pull my legs together, to add friction. He was between my legs, however, and I couldn’t close them.

“Let me ease you, pet,” he said and moved closer. I felt his fingers go beneath me, until his middle finger found the sweet spot. When I groaned in praise, he brought the flogger down, over the bottom of my ass. He made a sound this time, and I knew this was making him as hot as it was me.

I’d wanted to sob when he’d pulled his hand away and moved to stand over me again. The flogger came down, and the orgasm that had been right at the tip of his fingers began to ebb away. Instead, I went back to that fuzzy world where pleasure and pain mixed, became one, and I rode it to the rhythm of the flogger.

He set a pace that was easy to follow, not too fast, not too slow. I ground my hips into the bed and felt the latex inside of me shift around. The dildo provided resistance, became a touch as my body tried to find relief in its own way.

“Do you know, pet, if you keep moving like that, you’ll come without me ever touching you? With just this flogger and your body, you can orgasm harder than you’ve ever imagined you could.” He sped up the blows, until they came more quickly, and I listened to his voice.

My body was attuned to little more than the flogger and the results of my movements; it repeated the twist of my hips that made the dildo move, I ground my front into the bed to get some friction there, and I felt the first surge of the pleasure he spoke of.

“You don’t even have to touch yourself, Stephanie. All you have to do is move, give yourself up to what you feel. You don’t have to do what anybody tells you right now; you don’t have to be strong and capable. All you have to do is move and feel.”

I’d stopped breathing as he spoke to hear the words he spoke quietly, and to listen to my body. It wanted more grinding, so I ground my hips into the bed, my elbows braced on the mattress to provide stability. It was true, and I’d moaned with relief as the surge turned into a wave. A wave that shot through my body and made me clamp around the dildo inside of me.

“I’d rather watch you come apart on my dick, Stephanie, but this is beautiful. Do you know you’re the most beautiful when you’re coming? I can’t get the image of that out of my head when we’re apart. The way you give yourself up, it is incredible.”

I didn’t really hear him; I was too busy riding the ecstasy he’d given me. I was lost to it, and words no longer mattered. I was somewhere that humans weren’t supposed to be, some kind of nirvana that others said didn’t exist. But Dylan had given it to me. I knew it wasn’t fast, it hadn’t been a quick ride to orgasm-land, but the building of the blows, the sensations of the stings increasing each time, the way he’d paced it all out, had made me explode.

Before my climax finished, he’d moved between my legs and pulled the dildo out of me. Something else was added to the mix, some kind of suction cup that he placed over my clit, and I knew the night wasn’t over. He’d used this on me before, and I went still.

The more I moved, the more I felt sensations, and right now, it was too much. “Take it off, please.”

“You know I won’t and can’t. Not unless you really mean it.”

“But, fuck, Dylan. It’s too much.” My hips bucked, an involuntary attempt to get away from the pulling sensation that really was too much. If I used the safe word, this would all stop, we’d go to sleep, and that would be the end of it.

I didn’t want it to end, but this was a torment, a real torment, and it was almost unbearable. Until he’d slid into me and took the place of the dildo. I’d heard him put a condom on, and I knew he meant to fuck me, but, it was a little bit of a surprise. Mainly because he felt so different. His flesh yielded, but it yielded in different ways to the latex. He felt warm, hot even, when the dildo had only felt… there.

When he began to fuck me at a pace that he knew would send me over the edge again, I held onto the mattress. Suddenly, I’d become nothing but sex. A sexual tool, to fuck and be fucked, I was sexual sensation to feel and make felt, and I was the act itself.

Dylan wanted to pleasure me; he’d wanted to make me come, over and over, and so … he’d set about it. His fingers dug into my hips, a punishment, a pleasure that only enhanced the new world of being driven too far. With practiced ease, Dylan fucked me, stroked inside of me, every inch of me deep inside my walls, to find just the right spot.

“Fuck!” I screamed, and then, I think my clitoris exploded in that cup. “Dylan!”

It was a warning, something powerful had started, something that was almost … uncomfortable, that was almost frightening started to happen. My entire body shook from head to toe, and my throat closed up on a sound that wasn’t a scream, but it was far more than a moan. It was totally fucking incredible, mind and body orgasm, and I tried to scream. It was too much, we’d gone too far, but as my nipples peaked into buds and felt as if they too exploded, my skin sung and my nerves danced. I didn’t want to make it stop.

“Dylan…” I sighed his name as I slipped further away, my body a clench now, my fingers tore at the cover, my toes curled up until I thought they’d break, and I had to wonder if even my heart had clenched and had stopped beating. This was way more. Fuck. It was so much more than a mindless orgasm.

I didn’t even realize Dylan had found his orgasm until he blew out a surprised sound. “Steph…”

And that’s when I’d started to come back to the world. When he said that name. Someone’s name, but not mine. To him, I was this person, this Stephanie. But my name was Emily. Something hungry in my soul wanted him to know that, but I’d clamped down on the urge. I didn’t want him to know, I didn’t want him to find out who my family was. It would all be over then.

A dragging sensation between my legs, and then Dylan was beside me. He pulled me close to his chest, and I’d curled into his strong arms. I needed his comfort. Something inside me felt as if it had been released, and I didn’t know what it was.

“It’s okay, Stephanie. An experience like that doesn’t happen very often. It might never happen again, in fact. Just ride it out. You aren’t done yet. Now comes the emotional part of it.”

“Ughhh…” It was a sob, a sigh, I didn’t know, but it wasn’t a word.

“You can talk if you want to, but you don’t have to. If you want to just sit there and let it all wash away, you can. It will, eventually. You’ll find yourself calm, relaxed, and it will be all done.” He soothed me with his hand against my hair, and he brushed the locks from my face.